Undercover songwriter with a potty mouth

I am diving into the world of accelerated savings, meaning that I am also diving into the world of budgeted living. I was operating on an unofficial budget until now, half-assedly monitoring the household spending to make sure nothing got out of hand. Now I need to do a little better. Now I need to make an *actual* budget.

So, of course, I spent a chunk of my day perusing airline sites for a cheap ticket to Tokyo. Not that I can afford to go to Tokyo. Not that I even have the vacation time available. But it seems to follow that the second my spending is restricted, I become unable to stop fantasizing about far-off vacations.

My Tokyo daydreams aren't new... They've been kicking around in my head for several years, since my dear friend moved there and issued an open invite to receive the grand tour. And then recently, I became enamoured with the idea of packing bento lunches. Like, obsessively enamoured. Perhaps this was brought on by my extreme dislike of typical packed lunch food, which causes me to spend far more than necessary on store-bought sushi and salad. Perhaps it was brought on by the plethora of drooly bento sites I check every day. Either way - I am smitten. Do you know how much cool bento gear I could find in Tokyo? My guess would be BUTTLOADS.

Aaaaanyway.

I'm not even sure why I'm telling you all this. Perhaps to warn you that I may start writing more and more about what I had for lunch. Sigh. Tokyo.

My BH was in class until pretty late last night, leaving me alone with Mr. Puppy and a long list of chores I keep meaning to do. And you know what? I actually did them. I came home, played with the pup, and then threw myself into housework.

I completed the following:

Moved the insanely heavy air conditioner to the basement. Almost fell down the stairs in the process.

Moved the awkward fan to the basement, seeing as how we're having frost warnings...